The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

Frye's greed grew stronger and stronger.

Compared to being a lowly kobold's dog, recruiting people to sell refined salt, the rewards of betrayal are far greater.

Even if you guess wrong, you can still harvest a huge amount of refined salt.

As for the Viscount's regular army being defeated? He hadn't thought about it.

How could a human army possibly be no match for an inferior kobold army?

Even if the kobold army looks rich and has full plate armor, they are still just an inferior demi-human race, inferior kobolds.

As for him, without the Blackscale Clan, he might not have been able to leave the Blackrock Mountains.

Fry could only say that it was nothing more than a life-saving favor, not worth mentioning.

Fry looked back.

Because he had been blindfolded, he didn't know if that was the location of the player camp.

But he believed that if he returned in a little over a month, the lord's regular army would be able to find the camp and destroy it.

He will also receive a share of the refined salt, ironware, and technology.

Chapter 63 Before the Battle

We left the forest.

From afar, Frye could see the caravan members crowding and queuing along the abandoned trade route, receiving something.

Upon seeing what the caravan members had received, Frye's expression froze completely.

At the front of the caravan, several kobolds clad in silver armor were distributing brand-new silver coins and rations.

Even more disturbingly, while these kobolds were distributing the gifts, some people were also cursing and kicking caravan members who weren't queuing.

The caravan members who received the silver coins and supplies would express their gratitude profusely and respectfully step aside.

Among the kobolds, one kobold seemed to hear the commotion, looked over, and revealed his true form.

It was indeed the War Commander.

"How are the trade talks going?"

Nera followed behind him as the War General approached, asking questions as he walked.

"The conversation went very well."

Frye's face was grim, but looking at the armor on the war general's body, he could only force a smile and ask the crowd.

"But what are you doing?"

"Of course, we'll distribute supplies to them."

Zhan Shuai smiled indifferently, patted Frye on the shoulder, and made a dull "thump thump" sound.

"Otherwise, without supplies, how will you get out of the Blackrock Mountains and back to White City?"

"But why give them silver coins?"

Feeling the immense force on his shoulder, Frye trembled slightly, his question laced with deep resentment and fear.

What's frustrating is that the Blackscale Clan doesn't trust him.

What is frightening is that the Blackscale Clan's distrust is justified.

The warlord stepped past Frye, removing his hand from Frye's shoulder, the clanging of armor and words echoing behind him.

"I just wanted them to help me buy some things."

"You don't think we want to spy on you, do you?"

Zhan Shuai asked back without turning his head, his tone sarcastic.

"We trust you completely, after all, we saved your life!"

The warlord deliberately emphasized the words "trust" and "life-saving grace," as if he were stressing something.

Hearing the words coming from behind him, Fry, with his back to the War General, felt a chill run down his spine.

The Blackscale Clan never trusted him and were always on guard against him.

The claim that the scrap metal he sold helped the Blackscale Clan is probably just a pretext.

Now, the Blackscale Clan is warning him, and he is indeed afraid.

"gone."

An unfamiliar language came through, and Fry couldn't understand it.

But you can see that the dog-headed people wearing plate armor are laughing and deliberately walking past on both sides before disappearing from sight.

The sound of metal clashing was so piercing and terrifying.

Frye didn't turn around or look.

He knew that the Blackscale Clan was warning him.

And he was indeed afraid.

The Blackscale Clan wasn't stupid; while they wanted him to be their dog, they were also on guard against him.

A moment later, Frye recovered and, as he walked into the crowd, glanced at Grayson without leaving a trace.

If the Blackscale Clan can bribe caravan members, was Grayson also bribed while he was away?

Frye didn't know, and he didn't dare to gamble.

As night fell, the smuggling caravan traveled some distance before setting up camp and lighting fires to rest.

The next day, they started afresh.

Walking down the road, Frye dared not take the initiative to contact his people in the caravan.

He didn't know what the Blackscale Clan had promised, or whether it could make his subordinates betray him.

But he couldn't let go of the enormous profits and was unwilling to be a dog of the inferior subhuman race.

For several days, Frye was in a state of paranoia and indecisiveness.

He knew he couldn't kick Grayson and the caravan men out.

If you kick it, it's a clear betrayal of the Blackscale Clan.

He didn't kick him, and his men and Grayson monitored him almost the entire time.

As a result, once he arrived in Baicheng, he had almost no opportunity to contact the viscount and negotiate with various parties for their interests.

If he only contacts the viscount, he will surely be taken advantage of by the viscount.

"Whoo~"

Fry took a deep breath, thinking about the enormous profits and the debts he was burdened with.

Since the risks are so high, we have no choice but to gamble.

Not far from White City, Frye found Grayson.

In a shabby room in a run-down hotel, Grayson and Frye sat facing each other.

Without much hesitation, Fry shared his speculations about the evil gold vein.

Listen, Grayson was almost shocked by Frye's greed.

Despite so many risks, he still dared to negotiate with the tiger, and even tried to take advantage of the situation to gain benefits.

Grayson sized up Fry.

How come he never noticed how amazing and crazy Frye was before?

Why not just honestly share the profits, find a big shot, and make money from refined salt?

However, this also seems like a good opportunity to gain Frye's trust.

Grayson thought to himself as he looked at Frye.

“Grayson, I know…”

Frye's gaze was intense, and he was about to question Grayson when Grayson pulled a leather bundle from his pocket, slammed it on the table, and said in a deep voice.

“The kobolds bribed me to spy on you, and this is the proof.”

"Ok?"

Frye was a little dazed; he hadn't even asked the question yet, and Grayson had already confessed.

But Grayson's words rang out again.

"Your idea is very risky, but the potential rewards are also very high. You can give it a try."

Grayson said with a smile.

"Furthermore, I also hate demi-human races and kobolds."

"I hate demi-human races! Then we're friends!"

Frye and Grayson exchanged a smile.